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 Gabon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Black Bananas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.