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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Bill Near to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.