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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.