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 Maldives and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Beau Brummels to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.