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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Monks to the dance 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.