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 the UAE and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.