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 Haiti and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.