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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Flag to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.