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 Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bush Tetras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.