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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Scrapy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.