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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.