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 Denmark and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kas Product to the punk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Can,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Little Man,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Slave,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.