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 Grenada 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.