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 Peru and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.