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 Israel and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Agent Orange to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.