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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Wake to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic 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.