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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mission of Burma 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.