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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.