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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fall to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Ten City,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.