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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 spring reverb 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
CMW,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Section 25,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.