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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Anakelly to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.