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 Libya and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.