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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.