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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Guru Guru to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.