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 Armenia and from Portland.
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 Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.