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 Barbados and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
X-102,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.