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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.