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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Stetsasonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Skaos,
Brick,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.