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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ken Boothe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Can,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.