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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Dead C to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.