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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
Crime,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.