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 Andorra and from Milan.
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 Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Rascals to the punk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.