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 Panama and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.