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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Zero Boys to the jazz 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.