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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fear to the rock 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.