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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Star Department to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.