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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toni Rubio to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
Q65,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.