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 Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trumans Water to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Rakim,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.