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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
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Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.