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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.