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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.