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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.