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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the jazz 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.