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 Albania and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Loose Ends to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.