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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.