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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
the Swans,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.