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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Subhumans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
Hashim,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.