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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marmalade to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.