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 Brunei and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.