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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.