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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.