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 Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 rap 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.