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 Korea South and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minutemen to the electroclash 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Can,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.