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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
Slave,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Q65,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.