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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grass Roots to the electroclash 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.