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 Iraq and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.