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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.