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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 R.M.O. to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.