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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dark Day to the electroclash 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo 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?
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
The Names,
ABBA,
Scientists,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.