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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Howard Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.