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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.