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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Zeros to the techno 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.