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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Monks,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.