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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Milan and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.