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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.