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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Heaven 17 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Swans,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Franke,
the Association,
World's Most,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.