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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.