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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
The Fall,
the Normal,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.