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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.