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 Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.