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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Zero Boys to the disco 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Unwound,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.