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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Symarip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Hardrive,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.