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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Tres Demented to the grunge 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.