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 Lesotho 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.