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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Unwound,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.