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 Tonga and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 the Swans to the disco 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.