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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Black Flag to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Japan,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.