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 Salvador.
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 Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.