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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugazi to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
The Residents,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.