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 Venezuela and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.