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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.