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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Stooges to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Monks,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.