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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
JFA,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Nico,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.