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 Oman and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Fear 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.