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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.