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 Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Echospace,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.