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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Brick,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.