Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Unwound,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.