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 Peru and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.