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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.