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 Grenada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Aswad,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.