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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Starr to the funk 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
X-101,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.