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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Intrusion to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Crime,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.