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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Slave,
Wings,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.