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 Singapore and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Adolescents to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.