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 Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gong to the crunk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
10cc,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.