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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.