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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Nico,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.