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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suicide to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.