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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.