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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.