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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.