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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 One Last Wish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.