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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neon Judgement 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.