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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Bill Near 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.