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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.