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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.