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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Robert Hood to the grime 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
The Slits,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.