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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Technova to the dance 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.