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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.