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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Nico 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 rap 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
AZ,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.