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 Australia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 The Fugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.