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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.