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 Korea North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.