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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Minutemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.