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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
X-101,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Flipper,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Slave,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.