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 Peru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Seeds to the jazz 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.