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 Turkey and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.