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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.