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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Au Pairs to the crunk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
The Residents,
The Associates,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.