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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 The Move 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Swans,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.