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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.