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 Nepal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 The Cowsills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
X-101,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Echospace,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.