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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nils Olav to the grunge 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.