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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.