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 Israel and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Pole,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.