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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Sparks to the jazz 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.