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 Vietnam 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.