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 Vietnam and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Toasters to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.