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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Radiohead to the rock 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.