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 Romania and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
CMW,
Blancmange,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.