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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Surgeon to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.