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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 organ 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
X-102,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Fear,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.