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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Neu!,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.