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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the rap 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.