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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 The Moleskins to the grime 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.