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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.