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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Fluxion to the grunge 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Can,
The Smiths,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Monolake,
Crime,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.