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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Vainqueur to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Can,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.