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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.