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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.