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 Hungary and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.