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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.