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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Sonic Youth to the rap 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.