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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
CMW,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.