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 Ireland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Lagos and Lille.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.