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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Saints to the rock 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.