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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Skaos,
June Days,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.