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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Lakeside to the techno 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
The Move,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.