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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.