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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 PIL to the rock 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.