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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Joe Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.