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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.