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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wire to the rock 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.