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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Whodini to the funk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.