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 Suriname and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 mellotron 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 Kayak to the techno 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.