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 St Kitts & Nevis and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
The Index,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.