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 Austria and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Bang On A Can to the dance 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.