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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.