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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Fall to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
DNA,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.