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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Minor Threat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.