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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.