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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the dance 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp 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?
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.