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 Burkina and from Bologna.
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 Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Slits to the rock 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.