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 Hungary and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Michelle Simonal 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Monolake,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.