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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.