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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Brick,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.