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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.