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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Moody Blues to the funk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.