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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Germs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.