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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Swans,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.