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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-101 to the grunge 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.