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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Black Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.