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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.