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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.