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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.