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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Nas,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.