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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.