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 France and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Yellowson to the disco 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Smog,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.