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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
UT,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.