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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Japan to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.