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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.