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 Germany and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Smog,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.