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 Guyana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.