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 Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alton Ellis to the rock 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.