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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Slackers to the funk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.