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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 arpeggiator 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
the Association,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.