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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Invisible to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.