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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Magazine to the jazz 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.