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 Vanuatu 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.