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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.