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 Laos and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Liliput to the rock 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.