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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Television,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.