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 Samoa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Echospace to the dance 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.