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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
Index,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.