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 Kuwait and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Chris & Cosey 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.