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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Martian to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Television,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
Wings,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.