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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat to the funk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.