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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Gun Club to the grime 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
UT,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.