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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.