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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.