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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Panda Bear 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
The Doors,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.