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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.