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 Brunei and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.