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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.