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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Marmalade to the funk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.