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 Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the techno 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.