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 Guyana 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
MDC,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.