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 Togo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.