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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
UT,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.