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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.