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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 The Martian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.