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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.