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 Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Brick,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.