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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.