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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.