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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
The Fugs,
Index,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.