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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.