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 Mexico and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Brass Construction to the techno 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.