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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Birthday Party to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.