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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Nirvana to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.