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 Tuvalu and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.