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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.