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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Can,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.