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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minor Threat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.