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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Television,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
MC5,
Monks,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.