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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Larry & the Blue Notes 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.