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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 DNA to the grunge 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Can,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.