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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
Urselle,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.