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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.