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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.