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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Tommy Roe to the funk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.