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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.