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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Technova to the disco 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.