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 Thailand and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.