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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gichy Dan to the rap 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.