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 Papua New Guinea and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.