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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the punk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
MC5,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.