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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Yaz,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.