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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.