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 Colombia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
cv313,
The Gories,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
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.