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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 World's Most 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Model 500,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
cv313,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.