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 Senegal and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.