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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.