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 Korea South and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 snare 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 New Christs to the grime 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.