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 Chile and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Near to the crunk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Magazine,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.