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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the punk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
10cc,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.