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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.