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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hoover to the grime 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.