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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Index,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.