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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moebius to the rock 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Malaria!,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.