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 Burkina and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ice-T to the grunge 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.