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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.