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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rapeman to the punk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Wire,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.