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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 T. Rex to the grime 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
ABC,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.