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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.