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 Libya and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Country Teasers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
The Move,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.