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 Laos and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.