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 Senegal 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 PIL to the rock 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.