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 Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.