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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.