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 Spain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
The Associates,
The Sound,
The Human League,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.