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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Buzzcocks to the dance 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.