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 Pakistan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.