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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Scratch Acid to the funk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.