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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Soft Cell to the grunge 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.