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 Belize and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 The Offenders to the jazz 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
cv313,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.