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 Libya and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boredoms to the crunk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.