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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Porter Ricks to the techno 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.