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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.