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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Organ to the disco 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.