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 Nepal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Josef K to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.