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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Scrapy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.