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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Jacques Brel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.