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 Uruguay and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.