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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.