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 Panama and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.