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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 The Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
the Association,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.