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 Mongolia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.