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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 The Dave Clark Five to the techno 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.