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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Monks,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.