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 Libya and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Golliwogs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.