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 Suriname and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Dead Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.