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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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