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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.