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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.