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 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Pus to the dance 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.