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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Freddie Wadling to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Slave,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.