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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.