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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 The Slackers to the punk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.