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 Angola and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 E-Dancer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
DNA,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.