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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eddi Front to the rock 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.