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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Minutemen to the grunge 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Technova,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.