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 Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Saints to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.