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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gang Green to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu 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?
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.