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 France and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Visage to the electroclash 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.