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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.