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 Portugal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Camouflage to the rock 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps 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?
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.