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 Finland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 New York Dolls to the rap 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.