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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 The Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.