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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 10cc to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.