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 Finland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Bluetip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.