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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Bluetip to the punk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Ossler,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.