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 the UAE and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.