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 Russia 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Swans,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.