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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.