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 Egypt and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Quando Quango to the funk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.