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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gories to the rap 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.