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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Make Up 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
the Association,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.