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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Mars,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.