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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.