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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.