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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Guru Guru to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.