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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.