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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Motorama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Monks,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.