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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pulsallama to the disco 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.