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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Ituana to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
JFA,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
CMW,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.