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 Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Intrusion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.