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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joyce Sims to the techno 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.