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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
Intrusion,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.