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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Smiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Moebius,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.