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 Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Swans,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.