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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Accadde A to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.