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 Gabon and from Milan.
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 Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Ultra Naté 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
New Order,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.