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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Pere Ubu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.