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 Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Axelrod to the crunk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson 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?
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.