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 San Marino and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Sonics to the punk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.