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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.