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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 The Smoke 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.