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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Graham Central Station 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
MC5,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.