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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama 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?
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.