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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.