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 Estonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.