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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Green. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.