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 Nepal and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Fatback Band to the techno 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Index,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.