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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.