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 Grenada and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.