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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.