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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.