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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rites of Spring to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.