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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Schoolly D to the funk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.