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 China and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.