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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
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 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 The Slackers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.