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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.