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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Niagra to the crunk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.