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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bauhaus to the techno 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.