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 India and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Wire,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.