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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Sisters of Mercy 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.