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 Dominica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Subhumans to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.