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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Zero Boys to the techno 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.