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 Brunei and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Franke,
The American Breed,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.