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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.