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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.