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 Singapore and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Warsaw to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Mars,
MC5,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.