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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Mars,
The Doors,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
PIL,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.