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 Kingdom and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warsaw to the rock 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.