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 Denmark and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Smog,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.