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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Victims,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.