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 Qatar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.