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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Joe Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Index,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.