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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.