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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moleskins to the disco 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.