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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.