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 Uganda and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.