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 Kosovo 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.