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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.