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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Warsaw to the electroclash 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.