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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Pole to the funk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.