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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Masters at Work to the grunge 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.