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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Man Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented 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?
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.