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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.