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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Alton Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
The Names,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.