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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.