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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.