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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.