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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Marine Girls to the disco 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.