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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the rock 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.