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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 MC5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.