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 Sierra Leone and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Hoover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.