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 Somalia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
The Index,
Q65,
Index,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.