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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
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 Cairo and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.