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 Norway and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.