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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Livin' Joy to the rap 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.