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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.