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 Malawi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.