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 Yemen and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.