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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 U.S. Maple to the dance 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside 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?
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.