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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.