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 Jordan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the punk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.