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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.