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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 MDC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Television,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.