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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James Chance & The Contortions 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.