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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Popol Vuh 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.