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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Nas,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.