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 Jordan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Little Man to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.