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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Neon Judgement to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.