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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
X-101,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Swans,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.