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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai 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?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.