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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Pagans to the rock 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
JFA,
10cc,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.