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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Germs to the crunk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.