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 Spain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.