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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Mojo Men to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Nico,
CMW,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.