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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Clear Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
the Association,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.