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 Chile and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fall to the grunge 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Deakin,
The Index,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.