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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Metal Thangz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.