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 Jordan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.