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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flash Fearless to the funk 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.