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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shoche to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke 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?
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.