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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Deakin,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.