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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 The Names to the grime 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.