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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Television to the funk 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Yaz,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.