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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.