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 South Sudan 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.