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 San Marino and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Das Ding to the rock 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Can,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.