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 Syria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mandrill to the rock 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.