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 Comoros and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.