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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.