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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.