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 Iraq and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.