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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.