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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Davy DMX to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.