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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Radiopuhelimet 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Nas,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.