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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
10cc,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.