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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.