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 Monaco and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.