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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Scion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
cv313,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.