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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 The Motions to the punk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Smog,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.