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 Turkmenistan 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.