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 Greece and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.