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 Botswana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '90s.
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 Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.