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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 the Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.