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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.