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 Germany and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.