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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Kayak,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.