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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 electroclash 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.