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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Association to the grime 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.