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 Sweden and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Black Dice to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
JFA,
Subhumans,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.