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 Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Prince Buster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.