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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Lightning Bolt 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.