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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.