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 Belize and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Deakin,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.