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 Syria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
JFA,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.