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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 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 The Gories 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.