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 Angola 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
the Germs,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.