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 Canada and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.