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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.