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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.