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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Wire,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.