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 Belize 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Q65,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.