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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt 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?
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.