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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Invisible to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.