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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.