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 Romania 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oneida to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.