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 Belarus and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.