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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Invisible to the punk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.