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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.