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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Massinfluence to the jazz 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.