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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Remains 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.