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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Nils Olav to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Japan,
The Standells,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.