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 Korea North and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.