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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the crunk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All X-101 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.