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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Scan 7,
cv313,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.