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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
The Names,
John Cale,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.