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 Turkey and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Stooges to the funk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Franke,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.