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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.