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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.