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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Visage,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.