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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Henry Cow to the punk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Kayak,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.