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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.