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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.