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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.