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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Groovy Waters 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.