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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Bang On A Can to the grime 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '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 Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Slave,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.