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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dual Sessions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Index,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.