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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 Seoul and Seoul.
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 808 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 Gap Band to the funk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
Cameo,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.