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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Youth Brigade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.