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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Warsaw to the dance 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Scion,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.