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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the punk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.