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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Grass Roots 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
UT,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.