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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.