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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.