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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 The Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Cure,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.