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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Angry Samoans to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.