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 Iraq and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.