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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Chrome to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Wire,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.