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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.