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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.