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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Hoover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.