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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.