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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 UT to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Monks,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.