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 Oman and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Ice-T to the grunge 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Can,
X-102,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.