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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.