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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.