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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.