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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
JFA,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.