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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.