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 Kuwait and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.