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 Samoa and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reagan Youth to the disco 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.