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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the techno 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle 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.