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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Scion,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.