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 Rwanda and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Rascals to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.