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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 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 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 Black Bananas to the grunge 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.