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 Samoa 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.