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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.