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 East Timor and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.