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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
New Order,
Skarface,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.