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 Senegal and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.