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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Trojans to the electroclash 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.