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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 R.M.O. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.