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 South Africa and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk 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 Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.