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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Ronan,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.