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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.